Who Are You To Judge?
People want to say bad things
And judge you for the monster you've become
But they don't know the truth
Of just how bad drugs have made you numb
People want to say bad things
And judge you for the monster you've become
But they don't know the truth
Of just how bad drugs have made you numb
This poem really hit home. It reminded me so much of my oldest daughter's dad who is an addict and sitting in jail waiting to go to prison over his addiction. He was such a wonderful man...
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I'm 16 and wondering if I fill your shoes
Moving slowly while avoiding all your wrong moves
Looking at your pictures feeling nothing but fear
You're so far away but your love seems near
Wow, this pretty much hit the spot. My mom has been in prison for the past 8 years due to actions she has made from crack and cocaine, me and her are very close now and I love her to death,...
I remember when the police came to our house.
You didn't want to go with them.
I remember when my mom wanted to leave.
this really describes my life with my father
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Most days I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs.
I want my mother back.
Who is this monster you have become?
How could you let it control you?
Things were fine in the beginning.
I could tell you anything,
but now we can't even speak.
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This letter is dedicated to families
who have suffered living
with an addict.
The unsung heroes who are never recognized,
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Just one more use; it's not abuse
To make it through my day
Just one more day is all I want
The kids are bathed.
Everyone's teeth are brushed.
As we lay down to bed
The house seems so hushed.
This made me cry mostly because I'm am the addict and as I read this it was as if my children were speaking. I've been clean for over a year but they are with their grandparents and they...
I've always made you first in life,
and now for that, I completely pay the price.
You've caused me so much pain,
made me go crazy and insane.
He would be 6 years old today, Daddy's little man,
Mama's little cuddle bug and Grammy's little ham.
I should be baking a cake today, chocolate's what he'd crave.
Instead I'm buying flowers to place upon his grave.
I'm a heroin addict and on methadone, I have been clean for 8 days, but the cravings are really strong, I enjoy reading these poems, but I don't know who to turn to!